Classic Poem

1

My Peggy's a young thing my Peggy's a gay thing
As straight and as tall as a poplar tree
My Peggy's a gay thing my Peggy's a play thing
Where e're you see Peggy you'r sure to see me
My Peggy's as fair as a hundred together
My Peggy's as sweet as a sweet briar tree
Content to the one soon found out the other
So content it soon settled young Peggy and me

2

So I crop here full early to put in a posey
And I knew what I loved must fade and soon wither
With blue bell and red pink carnation and rosey
But Peggy was root, leaf and flower all together
From morning to evening we could not be parted
For love from the first to the last made us one
At ev'en so cozey we walked out glad hearted
And then we went church and were no longer one

3

So now we are seen all the day both together
As happy or happier than many gay things
For better for worse the one took the other
And Peggy's a goddess without any wings
So she never flew from me nor wished to be parted
My Peggy was fond as a pigeon of me
She made the plain home we lived in glad hearted
And fed the sweet linnets that sang on the tree

4

My Peggy was handsome my Peggy was tall
As straight and as trim as a poplar tree
As sweet as the woodbine nail'd up to the wall
Haunted all summer long with songs of the bee
My Peggy's a young thing my Peggy's a gay thing
And where you see Peggy you'r sure to see me
For Peggy's my own thing, and Peggy's my plaything
And dear I love Peggy as Peggy loves me